Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the

of fear in his expression, but he

am your uncle.

Berthold relaxed, closing

heart ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned

into the car, murmuring, “Could you not

“You’re afraid now?”

closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing

he gently stepped on

hour later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s

opening. and closing of the door

she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

for

sleep

Crystal nodded.

ascended the staircase again, she

Berthold nestled in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into

or the day had been

open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if

and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark brown

heart soften at the

and patted Berthold.

wore her guilt

tender voice. “You must have figured out who the

more vulgar than

the children hear you.

a fierce

an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to do with

eased the tense

Melora. I’ll head to

agreed

faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on

I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is

brother’s Let’s freshen up

about to step out, Melora held

tidal wave of emotion

Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have

called out in a soft

“I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take

Melora nodded.

went to prepare the snack. By the time everything was ready, Melora

her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the

Crystal noticed.

any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

sat down and

the chatterbox who couldn’t

kept

the meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly

she

the past two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough

shared good times together. However, they were

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still the

had lost her youthful radiance.

brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could

girl nodded

went

door of the study. The room was

the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his inner

behind her, walked

much! Aren’t you afraid

her

other night, as Crystal voluntarily

snuffed out the cigarette and leaned into her

of Brundela back

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